His Reluctant Bride: Contracted To My Enemy
"Let me go," I snapped, even though my voice wasn’t as sharp as I wanted it to be.
“No,” he growled, lips grazing the shell of my ear, his breath warm and wicked as his hand slid down, fingers pressing just above my thigh, and trailed all the way to my wet fold.
“You want to hate this, don’t you?” he whispered, mouth trailing hot kisses along my neck as his hand shifted my underwear, “But your body’s begging, baby.”
I gasped, lips parting, and before I could spit out a comeback, he crushed his mouth to mine.
The kiss was rough, full of hunger, and I whimpered into his mouth before I could stop myself.
My body pressed into his, desperate for more.
But he suddenly pulled both his lips a
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